It bellowed in their ears and blinded their eyes. They shuffled along, squinting into the gloom, their senses smothered and dulled. A cliff edge could have been three steps ahead and they would have been falling before they knew. And so it was that Sam walked straight into a set of rusty iron gates that creaked at his touch, making a particular whine that sparked his memory. This was the very graveyard they had slept in on Christmas Eve: the last resting place of that money-man-turned-ghost, Jacob Marley. It was here it had begun. They had come full circle, pulled back like metal to a magnet. Sam thought about turning back, but he knew they had to find some place to sleep or they were done for. He opened the gates and they walked through, the tumble of headstones and leafless trees seeming to drift towards them through the murk. Though they could scarcely see well enough to guide themselves through the headstones, and Sam had specifically sought to avoid it, some curious trick of fate brought them to the selfsame tombstone as before, and Sam helped Lizzie to climb inside.
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